About: …the North American Branch Chief Renee Epstein arrives in the estate of her old friend that she thinks the Japanese exorcist is in. To what depths will her curiosity take her in this rescue mission? And who is this perfect candidate she talked about? …
Warnings: yaoi m/m relationships – don't like, don't read
Disclaimer: D. Gray-Man and its characters belong to Katsura Hoshino
A/N1: I'm sorry for the long wait. I finally kicked myself to finish this chapter. About Madaraos part in my story, it all starts from here – so without much delight, here's the next chapter…
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- 2 - One Night With You -
The rain came down in heavy drops as a single black carriage passed the big pylon that showed the beginning of the Qutudeich estate. The golden ornaments shone dull when the stray rays of the sun found their way to them.
The Qutudeichs were an old family, deeply respected by the people from the town down bellow the cliff, on which the families estate found its place. They possessed many areas of forest, and on the edge of the cliff stood still the old mansion, his outside resembling an old castle, but remodeled thought the hands of many generations.
"Tell me, why exactly are you so willing to help them?" the question was meant for the North American Branch Chief Renee Epstein dressed in a dark red baroque dress, with a low front cut bringing out her soft womanly curves. The brown curves on her wig jumped a little when the carriage hit a hole.
"My dearest Madarao," the sweet smile she showed him brought ghost bumps to his body, the boy already wishing that he haven't asked. "I think I'm doing you a favor for leaving this in your hands, so leave the reasons be my problem."
"Then let me ask you this – from where do you know this earl…"
"Qutudeich. Gilbert Aldred Qutudeich," she finished for him, a lust shining in her eyes. "You could say that we are old friends. He's kind of… weird… as you can see. He sent me this along with the invitation," the carriage came to a stop as large latticed gate slowly started to open. From there it was only around the big fountain in front of the mansion till the carriage would reach the massive wooden door, where already two people stood waiting.
"Don't forget that you're on your own from now on. So be a good boy and play quietly."
The door was opened as soon as the carriage stopped, one hand waiting for the lady to take it. One single cold drop fell on her delicate hand before it was covered by the dark umbrella. She elegantly stepped out, like a fine lady that she was supposed to play, and took the few steps before she was greeted by a warm welcoming smile and oh so familiar face – Sebastian Ozorov, the family butler.
His family served the earls family for many generations. She remembered his smile that used to welcome her every time she came over, his tall figure always clad in black, his shining eyes. But that wasn't the truth anymore. Before her stood now an old man, gray taking over his black hair, there were many face-lines, and he seemed to shrink – or she just became taller. She wasn't a kid anymore. But the smile didn't change.
"We're happy to see you again, lady Epstein," she smiled for him. "Your companion isn't coming?"
"What companion?" she shoved him an innocent look. He looked behind her – back at the carriage, seeing its emptiness looking back at him as the door was closed.
"I must have imagined it. My eyes aren't what they used to be anymore. Shell we go then? The earl is already waiting in the salon."
The inside of the mansion looked exactly the same as in her clouded memories – so magnificent this old style mixing with a new. But the jewel is and always was the old marble staircase greeting every visitor.
"It's been a long time since your last visit. You grow out to be a fine lady." She couldn't say anything in response - just give him another quiet smile. If he knew about all the things she have done, he would think twice about saying those words.
"Thank you," she placed her hand over his as he reached for the doorknob of the dark door to the salon. "I'll come to see you later, so that we could reminisce." He took his hand of the doorknob, bowing to her and then leaving with that smile of his she so loved. She took a deep breath, the cold air calming her insides that screamed in protest. This was all so pathetic – it was so disgustingly peaceful in here. She opened the door.
The salon looked like from old times, breathing with the aura of the times long gone. It was dark inside, even if the sun was already high in the sky and beginning its second path. The only light that illuminated the room was a dim light from the crystal luster and the fireplace with a fire that smelled of the autumn. There were many luxurious chairs and sofas, because the salon serves for gatherings of people to sit in the warmth of this place and exchange experiences and skills.
She spotted him by the window, looking out with a glass in his hand, waiting for her presence to set in. He turned to her with the closing of the door, his deep black eyes meeting her playful ones. He was a boy of ten when she last saw him, but now a fine man stood before her.
Putting the glass down, he took the few steps that were in his way to a closer contact with her. Now, standing before her, she could see the lustful look in his eyes that suggested his excitement in what he saw. He took her hands, kissing them lightly – his eyes not leaving her face.
"I'm glad you came," he straightened up, not letting go of her hands. "And I'm even more glad that you came in what I send you," it was just a fast glance in her low front cut, but even so she spotted it.
"Brat," it was automatic, as she was so used to it in the past, when they were young – he was always chasing after her in the days of her visits. She always loved the look in his childish eyes he gave her, but now there was this a few years younger nobleman standing before her, the innocence in his eyes long lost.
"I would like to make my stay as short as possible," she informed him with a look full of seriousness. "To change out of these ridiculous clothes as soon as possible."
"I through you liked them if you were willing to put them on," he was now standing by the little bar, filling two glasses with ice blocks with a brown liquid. "Or was it just because you through that if you would make me happy, I would return the boy to you?" She took the glass that was offered to her.
"Something like that," she took one sip from the liquid, feeling it little in the mouth first before swallowing it. It was exactly to her liking – he had good taste.
"That I… can't do," she expected it. "Not now, that is. But I would like to make a deal with you."
"A deal?" he could tell from the change in her voice that she was definitely interested – that or she was a good actress.
"Yes. And like a scientist that you are, I think it will be an interesting one to you too."
"What it's about?" he smiled.
"If you would like to," he showed to one of the historical chairs. She moved elegantly toward it, putting down the unfinished glass on a nearby standing table. As she settled down, all lady like, she crossed her hands on her chest and fully took in the earl of this estate.
"I'm listening."
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"Hope I was quiet enough," says Madarao to no one in particular, as two massive figures clothed in the uniform of the guards slid down the wall to the cold floor. It wasn't so difficult to find the room he thought they held the missing exorcist in. As Renee told him, he searched the estate instead the dungeons and tried to be quiet as much as possible, unseen by anyone, just like she demanded. He caught the doorknob, opening the room and sliding in, the footsteps of one person echoing thru the corridor just behind the corner. Closing the door quietly he returned to inspecting the room.
The air was heavy, and he could smell stinking man that were in there because the room was isolated - without any kind of window, just this one door as a way in and out - that's why the smell stayed. He couldn't bear it, wanted to leave as soon as possible.
The room was simple, but even so it looked like a bedroom in some kind of palace. From the smooth carpet under his feet, thru the golden ornaments of the tappets on the walls, to the big bed in the middle of the room – the only furniture.
There, in the middle of those many ruby red pillows, he spotted what he came here for. Lying on his right side, clad in dark blue kimono that exposed much more than it should, lay Kanda Yuu, the missing exorcist he was supposed to bring back.
He looked unharmed, not even a scratch on his white porcelain skin. His chest was slightly exposed, the kimono slipped down from his left shoulder revealing bits of his tattoo. His wrists were bind together and to the head of the bed, the blindfold has slipped a little, revealing his left eye. He seemed to be asleep.
His legs moved like from itself, listening to the call of his body and he found himself standing by the bed in just few seconds later. He leaned closer, supporting his body by a knee on the bed, taking in the profile of the boy lying there. He first undid the blindfold that was around his head and then moved to free his arms.
He quickly took the Japanese teen up in his arms bridal style, remembering the footsteps he heard before entering the room. Even a total idiot would know something was of by seeing two guards knocked out on the floor. He swallowed hard, as the kimono Kanda was clad in slid a little when he stood up, revealing one tempting pink nipple.
He just took a few steps when he came to a sudden stop again, his eyes fixed on the doorknob. Thru his mind flashed many informations that he had to take in to form a plan before the slightly opened door revealed the intruding enemy.
The one who came in was a little girl, not older than ten. She had a cute maid uniform on, with one big ribbon on her neck, her dark brown hair in two ponytails. She put one finger to her lips – implying for him to stay quiet – her intention still unknown. She closed the door quietly, than laid the small covered tray in her hand on the ground, walking past him to the left side of the bed.
He was curious what she was doing there, surprised by the fact that she didn't just turn around to report on him in the moment she stepped in the room and saw him with the Japanese teen in his arms. He then watched as the wall moved, opening in some kind of secret door that was perfectly camouflaged just a second ago. She now just stood there, her onyx eyes full of plea for him to hurry it up – for him to trust her.
He wasn't sure if it was the pleading glance of her, or the strange glitter in her eyes that pled for his trust that made him decide to follow her as he didn't saw any other opinion with the exorcist in the state he was in. If it would turn into a trap later, he would deal with it according to the situation. The boy in his arms shifted a little with his first step, his body then moved like without his brain giving out orders, because if he wouldn't be unconscious, Kanda would never wrap his arms around Madaraos neck, leaning his head on his shoulder like in search of support.
He than followed the young girl in what seemed like a dark corridor, with only one light spot in the distance. The darkness closed around them in full with the closing of the door and silence took over, interrupted just by three quite breaths. The silent darkness was disturbed by the clicking of the booths that indicated the moving of the girl.
The corridor they were in was a long one, without aby kind of curves – judging by the light in the distance, a cold one at that, like an underground passage, used only like a lifesaving secret escape route.
As the two pairs of steps neared the light, the structure was becoming visible. It looked like a tunnel carven into a stone. As they entered the light, they found themselves in a big room, lightened up by fire lanterns on the stone walls, with three another dark exits – one in every wall at the cube like room.
But they weren't alone. In the middle of the room, looking their way, stood a young man around 25 in a dark green military uniform – almost same as the ones the man he took out were wearing. His blond hair curled around his face – he was a charming young man with strong features and crystal blue eyes, authority and pride could be sensed from his strong aura. He just stood there, with that devilish smile on his lips, hands behind his back like in a military stance.
"Oh, don't worry," his deep voice echoed in the empty room, bouncing from the stone walls, his blue eyes fixed on the taller boy before him, taking in his stance, the person in his arms, his sharpening eyes as his mind tried to come up with the best solution for their situation.
"I'm not here to hinder you in your task. Quite the opposite – I want to help you. Yes I know, I know," he added quickly as he sensed the negative vibes from Madarao at his statement, his hands up in a defensive pose. He moved towards them, one quick glance to the girl standing now behind the taller boy.
"What's your motive in helping me? Doesn't your master want him?" he stopped before him, their eyes meeting in an intense wordless war.
"I don't want this exotic flower to be wasted in this kind of place."
"Oh, how kind of you," the sarcasm was strong in his voice, mixed with an obvious doubt. "Do you really want me to believe you would betray your master just for such a reason?"
"I'm not a dog like you. I have full authority in this matter. I already had my fun. And besides, he will come back to me, that I can guarantee you," he moved some of the bangs from Kandas face to see the light blush that started appearing on his cheeks. He smiled slightly, turning his attention to the small girl. "Take the tunnel on your right, that will lead you to the town below us," he took the girls hand, "but I would so much like to see what will you do about his condition. Just to give you some hint – I would say that the drug he was given would not fade away just from itself," he began to walk to the corridor they came from, taking the girl with him. She took one last glance at Madarao and without any other word or motion, let herself be lead in the darkness.
It wasn't that he trusted him, or decided to trust him for now, when he took the tunnel his enemy told him about. There wasn't much time, even if the young man would let them go now, the master he was serving would not let him take the exorcist just like that, even if chief Renee would somehow talk him into it – he even sought out the Millennium Earl just to get his hands on this boy.
The tunnel was exactly the same as the one the girl took him thru. Stone walls slightly lighted – he needed to be extra careful, taking in even the smallest change in the surrounding. Finally he felt the fresh air filling the space around him. It wasn't long before they came out, the sinking sun greeting them. He looked at the town bellow them, breathing deeply the cold air. It would be a long walk.
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It was deep black night when they reached the town, using just the back alleys so they won't be seen by some lonely soul wandering the empty streets.
"Put me down," his voice was almost unheard by Madarao as the Japanese boys head was buried in his chest, his hands squeezing the fabric of his coat. "Put me down, dammit," this time his voice was louder, leaving him panting heavily, looking in the third exorcists eyes.
"As if you could stand on your own," that comment pushed the building anger in him to its maximum. "What… OK, OK, I'm putting you to the ground, so stop struggling or we will both fall." As soon as his bare legs touched the cold ground, they gave out and if there weren't those strong hands, he would be not kneeling, but sitting. "Told you so," his thoughts were cut the moment he laid his eyes on the teen kneeling before him. His face flushed, red taking over his cheeks. Those cherry lips parted just a little, his black hair clinging to his face, neck… he dared not to look lower. "This won't do."
"What…" in split of a second he found himself on the shoulder of the taller man. "What the fuck do you think I… aaaah" he didn't finish that line, as his building erection came to contact with Madaraos shoulder by his sudden movements, and a sweet moan escaped his lips. The moan made more then bring more blood to Kandas cheeks and cursing words from his mouth. It also send cold shivers down Madaraos whole body as he made his way just around the corner to the reserved apartment, trying hard to ignore the teens awakening erection, pressing itself to his shoulder.
Finally the stairs, and then there was just one obstacle. The door. He took the keys from his pocket, struggling a little with opening the door. Not bothering to close them behind them, he swiftly moved thru the first spacious room that served as kitchen and living room to the small corridor attached to it. Opening the white door on his right, he walked into a small bathroom. He put down the teen in the left corner, letting his body slide down to the floor, turning on the cold water. Closing his eyes, Kanda tilted his head until it came in contact with the wall, being glad for the cold water on his burning skin.
"Hope you know how to take care of your… problem," he returned to the previous room without so much as a look on the exorcist sitting under the shower. Taking in the opened door, he crossed the room, breathing in the cold air of the night before closing them. He showed his coat at the nearest chair, walking to the bathroom slowly, concerned about the boy he left there, as nothing could be heard except the falling drops of water.
He was sitting there where he left him, soaking in the cold water. The kimono clinging to his porcelain skin, revealing more then the dark tattoo on his chest. Eyes closed, lips parted in a seductive way, face flushed – breathing heavily.
"You know," eyes slightly opening, looking his way – clear like crystals, "it would take forever to go away by itself."
"Like I would do something like that." Madarao sighed then kicked off his shoes, taking off his black shirt as he went, revealing his muscular chest. He pulled the Japanese to his feets, their bodies touching. The drug must have kicked in in full power, leaving Kanda without extra energy to protest when he felt their bodies touch. The first protest came when he felt Madaraos fingers closing around his now fully erect member, the wet kimono wide open.
"Keep your fucking hands to yourself!" his hand automatically reaching down, but instead of reaching the others hand, he found himself pushed to the wall, both his hands secured above his head with a single strong one holding them, a knee keeping his legs parted.
"Because it will take long for the drug to wear off from itself as you plane to do, we'll do it my way." He slowly started to move his hand up and down, the shock from realization showing on Kandas face, not a word coming from him.
Interpreting that as an approval to continue, his hand started to go faster, until it fell in a regular rhythm. Kanda tried very hard not to let out a single moan that threatened to pass his lips. He turned his head, closing his eyes as not to see the one pinning him to the wall, biting hard on his lips as he came the first time that night.
"The fuck…" not a good idea to open his mouth as a lustful moan escaped him when a single finger entered him. Biting hard on the shoulder in front of him to silence himself as another finger joined the first one, moving together with it in and out, stretching him and sending waves of pleasure thru his entire body.
He wrapped his now free hands around the taller exorcists neck not wanting to fall as he felt his body being lifted, his legs wrapping around Madaraos waist as indicated to. His mind was starting to go blank, that was the only way he could explain his actions to himself. There could be no other explanation for it - he repeated over and over in his mind. And as he felt something big and hard teasing his entrance, he knew exactly what would come next.
He bit even stronger in that one spot on the shoulder until he could taste blood in his mouth, tears starting to form in his eyes as Madarao entered him, gently pushing in his whole length.
"You're tight," Madarao whispered in Kandas ear, and then licked it as he waited for the teen to relax his muscles around his member.
"You bastard," Kanda hissed, and if looks could kill Madarao would be dead on the spot from the deadly glance he was giving him. "Just finish it already."
"Here's not a good place."
"What…" Kanda gasped as Madarao started to move out form the bathroom, his member still in Kanda, causing him to curse every time he moved and a moan escaped on its own from him. A wet thread was now connecting the bathroom and the bedroom in which the two wet boys found themselves.
Madarao laid him gently down on the bed taking in the full image before him – his pale body with the drops from the water running freely on it, his wet dark hair swimming around him on the white bed sheets making them drink up the water. The expression on his face making him even more aroused.
"Whaaa… noo," Kanda turned slightly, trying to pull away with not the results he was hoping for as he created now better position for the other one. Clutching the bed sheets with his fingers as a wave of excitement shivered thru his body as Madarao hit his sweet spot his last will to resist gave out.
Beautiful – was the only word on his mind as he saw the boy beneath him gasp from the lust he was bringing him. He leaned down, kissing the delicate back, the sweet spot on his neck in the curtain of dark wet hair as his rhythm became more faster, taking him in deeper and deeper. His one hand helping the boy to release while the other explored his chest, all his senses taking in all the noise Kanda was making, mesmerized by his whole existence. He came deep in him in the exact moment that the teen came hard in his hand.
"Shit… shit… shit…" cursed Kanda in between heavy breaths as his erection came back the moment he came.
"Don't worry, we have all night before us," he kissed the boy on his forehead, feeling his own member coming to life again in the smaller boy beneath him.
To be continued…
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A/N2: because English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes I made…
…hope you liked it. Give it some review so that I know your opinion and if I should continue…
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